Some Call It Taboo {closed}

As Sophia teaches me the three basic salsa moves, I am astonished at how easy it is once I get the quick hang of the rhythm. And just moments before I thought nothing else would astonish me. Soon, she and I are moving our feet together, but still not "partnering up". I am simply mimicking her moves She lays her hands on my hips and grinds my ass back against her crotch. I have to wonder if this is part of the Salsa or her way of telling me that she desires me.

You are laughing at my antics, but clapping along, encouraging me. Ernesto pushes you forward and says, "Go dance. Have fun!"

You take me to the dance floor, confident I have learned the very basic steps and as I place my left hand in your right, we begin to move to the beat of the music.
 
I watch and smile my approval. You are indeed a quick learner. For all I know about the Salsa you are now an expert. I chuckle to myself.
I cannot help but notice Sophia grinding against you. Her shiny black hair, her full lips, her dark almond-shaped eyes..looking...at me! I have to look away before I forget my manners.
I feel Ernesto push me in your direction and take your hand, leading you to the dance floor.
We find a spot with enough room to move and I place you in front of me. I place my hands on your hips and grind into your ass as I pull you back against me.
 
As we move in rhythm to the music, I feel as if we are alone on the dance floor. Feeling your strong arms guide me in the steps, twirling me around, my skirt lifting high to show off my red thong. It's a very good thing that no one in the club besides you knows just how wet it is. I am excited! I feel so very alive with you! As the music fades and we head back to the table, we are giggling at our antics.
 
Feeling your right arm reach back and around my neck. Grinding each other...down to the floor and then back up...over & over. You realize I have no damn clue how to Salsa but we're having such a good time it doesn't matter. By the time the music stops we are a sweaty, horny, spent mess. We do our best to get back to the table. I sit you in my lap as we drink fresh, cold beers.
Ernesto & Sophia leave us to go out to the floor. We barely notice their departure.
 
"Next time we swing!" I whisper into your ear as we leave the dance floor.

As you sit down and pull me onto your lap, I cannot help but notice your erection. I gently sit my ass right on top of it and grind my butt to the beat of the music, making you even harder.

The dim lights allow you to reach your hands underneath my skirt. I don't care who might see us. Your touch enflames me all over again and I melt against your back, allowing you to caress and manipulate my folds and my clit until my thong is a dripping piece of fabric.
 
"Yes dear!" I roll my eyes but you can't see due to the dim lights. Again I chuckle to myself.
Feeling you give me your own brand of lap-dance as we sit and watch the people on the dance floor.
Both of my hands under your skirt, playing with your pussy. Spreading your legs wider upon my lap so that my cock grazes your ass through my pants.
I snap your thong and discretely put it in my pocket for safekeeping.
2 fingers of my right hand dive into your sweet wet hole, fingers of my left hand scratching up and down the inner thigh of your left leg.
Your head resting back against my right shoulder, your breathing ragged. Your lips and teeth nipping at my earlobe.
 
As I continue to grind my ass into your cock I barely notice that my thong is no longer coving my mound... but I do notice. I nibble on your ear and whisper fiercely, "You owe me a trip to Victoria Secrets, darling. That's the second thong you've ripped from my body." You chuckle and continue your attentions on my sopping cunt. "Oh gods, Quinn," I whisper helplessly. "I'm going to cum right here in this bar, if you keep that up... How soon can we get out of here?"
 
I am sitting here in agony. My pants are tight from the condition of my fully erect cock - wanting to be free and deep inside you.
I hear you speak of torn panties. "Who me???" I turn your head and kiss you hungrily before you can answer.
You pull away and I see the hunger in your own eyes. I hear you ask about leaving...
"Would it be rude to leave right now?"
 
"We really should wait until Ernesto and Sophia at least get back from the dance floor to let them know we are leaving...."

I can feel your heart beating faster against my back as I search the dance floor for our new friends.
 
"Yes...I suppose it would only be proper. I just hope they get back her soon. Fuck!"
I search the dance floor and spot them before you do. Sophia has both hands on a side-rail, bent at the waist, her ass grinding back against Ernesto.
"O shit do you see them." I turn your head so you can.
"If they weren’t fully dressed that could get them kicked out of here in a hurry."
As I watch I swear that Sophia sees me. She closes her eyes and licks her succulent lips, her grinding becoming more intense. Ernesto grinding back, his hands clasped behind his head.
 
"Wow!" I exclaim. "That's pretty fucking hot!" Watching them dance so erotically I realize that my fingers have joined with yours under my skirt and we are fucking my pussy together. I see Sophia watching us before she closes her eyes and licks her lips lasciviously.

"I think Sophia wants me," we both say in unison and then chuckle together.
 
"Very fuckin' hot."
Feeling your fingers join mine makes my moan against your ear...feeling you put them where you need them...turning them and stroking your G-spot as your rub your clit.
"Jesus! If they dont get back here soon I am going to hurt myself!"
Watching Sophia makes me plunder your cunt faster and deeper.
"I think Sophia wants me!" My eyes pop open wider as I hear you say it with me in unison. I then laugh against your neck and kiss behind your right ear.
The music stops and I see them walk toward us. Looking like we did when we came off the dance floor. Sophia's beauty is fully enhanced by the sweat on her body. She kisses both of us on the cheek as she settles against Ernesto's lap.
 
"Gods, guys! That was hot!" I exclaim. "I felt naughty just watching you."

Ernesto notices both of our hands beneath my skirt and says, "We can see that," and then he winks.

"Ummm.... yes.... we were kinda thinking about going someplace a little more private, like our hotel room."
 
"Yes, very hot!"
"Sophia, you are such a hottie on the dance floor." I can't help but wonder if she dances as well between the sheets.
My jaw almost drops as you mention going back to the room. Wondering if you intend to invite them along.
 
At the mention of some where more private, Sophia comes over and whispers into my ear. I nod my head and she takes my hand, leading me towards the ladies' room.

"I'll be right back, Hon!" I call out to you over my shoulder.
 
I watch Sophia and wonder what’s happening as she leads you away.
I turn to Ernesto.
"She is quite the hottie my friend. You have done well."
"Thank-you Quinn", he replies. "I am blessed to have her. But, you know....we do share."
The grin on his face brings back memories of this afternoon at the cove.
"Well, that is quite interesting indeed. I may just have to see how Jewel feels about that when they get back here."
"Where could they have got to?"
I look around at the sea of faces. Not seeing any sign of Jewel or Sophia.
Ernesto and I sit and drink our beers, watching the other ladies on the dance floor
 
Sophia's warm hand is around mine as she leads me through the throng of people back towards the ladies' room. We get inside and remarkably no one else is in the room. Sophia drags me into one of the stalls, both of us together.

"Miss Jewel," Sophia begins. She is nervous, I can tell. "I don't want to offend you at all..." Without warning her soft lips touch mine. My eyes shoot wide open. I have never kissed a girl before! Her lips taste like cherries and I close my eyes to revel in the new sensations. Her delicate hands frame my face as her tongue delicately pries open my lips and the taste of her tongue nearly sends me over the edge. Her tongue runs along my teeth and then slithers back over my lips before she relinquishes my mouth.

"Wow!" I breathed heavily.

"I hope you don't mind, Miss Jewel, but I have been dying to kiss you since you first walked into this club."

"No... no..." I see the confused look on her face and run my thumb along those luscious lips. "I liked it."

Sophia breathes a heavy sigh of relief. "There is something else that Ernesto wanted me to tell you...." I waited with anticipation as she took another deep breath for confidence. "Ernesto really, really liked the way you sucked him this afternoon and he was watching your husband fucking your ass... he really wants to fuck you," she says hurriedly but then continues. "And we do share... we just don't know if you and your hus..."

I put my finger to her lips and then kiss her softly. "Sophia.... I truly am grateful for your interest.... both of you. But Quinn and I came up here to spend some time alone. This is our first weekend alone together." I decide to continue the fabrication that Ernesto thought it was our honeymoon.

"Oh my god, Miss Jewel! How selfish of me! Of Ernesto and I! I am so sorry. I forgot it was your honeymoon."

"It's ok, sweetie. I honestly just want to get Quinn back to the hotel room and fuck his brains out." We both laugh together as we head out of the bathroom and back towards the table where you and Ernesto are waiting.
 
I sigh with relief as I see you and Sophia break through the throng and head back to the table. My lust is riding me so hard that I just want to get you back to our room ASAP.
As you grind back against my lap and settle I can't help but notice that you are wetter than when you left. I also notice Sophia kisses Ernesto more brazenly than at any other time of the night.
I check my watch and see that it is getting nigh to 3am.
I make a mental note to ask you later what happened between you 2 ladies.
"Ernesto, this evening has been great but I want to take Jewel back to our room. We leave in the morning and we still have a few things to check off on our "To-Do" list...if you know what I mean."
His eyes rake over you and I know he knows full well what I mean.
Sophia steps over to both of us and kisses us both so heatedly that I would have cum in my pants right there if not for my resolve to give it all to you - later.
"We have enjoyed meeting you both. We do hope you come back again to our little seaside resort."
We say our goodbyes and head out the door. My ache for you is so intense that I pull you into the dark alley behind The Hot Tamale.
 
As we say our good-byes to Ernesto and Sophia, I notice that your hard-on is nearly creating a tent in your pants. You are as lust-filled as I am at this moment.

Wanting to get back to the B&B quickly, we rush out, holding hands, but then you pull me into the alley. I gasp with intense delight as you swoop down and claim my lips in a passionate kiss. Your teeth grazing over your mark and opening it again. Every time I taste the blood, I feel another rush of heat boil through my body. Your hands wander roughly down my body and I scream as three fingers of your right hand plunge into my sopping cunt.
 
Pleased that you can sense my heated lust at this moment.
My mouth claiming yours once again, re-opening my mark on your lip. Feeling you do the same to mine.
Ripping off your skirt and putting it in my pocket. 3 fingers plunged deep. Lifting you to your tip-toes with the force of their fucking.
Feeling you release my cock from its constricting confines. Your hand stroking the full length of it...once, twice, 3 times.
I turn you to the chain link fence. I enter you from behind. Your pussy instantly clamping down on my meat. Your ass so round, so firm, so fine. I slap both cheeks hard & simultaneously. I cum deep inside you with monstrous intensity. Holding you in my arms, breathing hard we start to leave the alley to get back to our room. I hand you my coat to tie around your waist, since your skirt is in my pocket, in tatters.
 
As we walk back to the room in silence, I feel the after-glow coursing through my blood and I am craving you again already, even as you just left your undeniable marks on my body. We walk quickly to the B&B, the night air chilling my skin, but not quenching my lust. We slip into the building through the back door and creep quietly up the stairs.

I walk into the room, drop your coat from my waist onto the floor and pull my blouse over my head. I walk over to the window, facing the ocean and watch as the stars twinkle on the water. You come up behind me, having shed your clothes as well and wrap me in a warm embrace as we watch the dancing lights. Your left arm stays firm underneath my rib cage while your right arm lifts up to pull the hair away from my neck. You kiss me tenderly, every inch of my neck and throat covered in your hot kisses. I moan and melt into you, the hunger starting to build up again.
 
My hand under my jacket on your bare ass as we walk back to the B&B. My index finger sliding down the crack.
Getting back to the room, I watch you strip and then go to the window, facing the night.
I relieve myself of my clothes and come to you, my left arm encircling your slender waist, my right hand placing aside. My lips kissing the back of your neck from your right ear, across the back, over to your left ear.
My hands on your hips slowly turning you as I make a complete circle around your neck and throat. My teeth nipping in sensitive areas along the way.
I lean you against the window ledge. My right foot kicks your feet apart. My engorged cock lays atop your right thigh as I take your hair in both hands, lean your head against the cool glass of the window and begin a slow, seductive assault of every inch of your succulent body.
 
Even the coolness of the window cannot calm the raging sea of desire building within me as you touch me. Your fingertips frame my face, allowing your kisses to dance feather-light upon my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my chin...barely brushing across my lips. My skin burns everywhere you touch. My arms and chest and then my stomach. A river of fire is flowing through my veins. As you go to your knees, your caresses land on my thighs, my knees, my calves. My small ankles and feet are not missed by your gentleness. But the gentleness does not calm the inferno. Like small pieces of kindling added to a flame, soon the blaze is raging hot.
 
My lips finish their quick tour of your body then.....begin again....slower...hungrier....more attentive....
My tongue drags over your right foot as my right hand caresses your your left foot. Kissing over ankle..my right hand carressing the left side of your body in the proprtionate locales of where my mouth, tongue & lips carress the right.
My teeth nip at your right calf. Hand caressing the left.
Mouth kisses behind your right knee. Hand carresses the left.
Teeth, lips & tongue assault your right inner thigh. Hand carresses the left.
Your scent fills My head as my mouth moves closer to your center..to your essence...to your sweet, shaved pussy.
I feel your hands dig in my hair.
Both hands come together at your thighs. I feel you shift and sit yourself fully on the window ledge.
Thumbs spread your pussy lips. Blowing a jet of air upon it. My tongue roughly slides up the slit. Your hands clinging to my hair so tightly I fear it being ripped out.
The thumb and index finger of my left hand keep your pussy lips spread, my elbow pointing upward. 3 fingers of my right hand enter your juicy, sopping snatch.
Almost instantly you cream my hand as I hear you moan deeply. Feel you grind against my hand. I look up and see you watching me. See you biting your bottom lip.
 
Your touches and kisses are mirrored along my lower limbs and my knees begin to shake. I grab your head for support, but it is not enough. My weakened legs give way and I sit on the window ledge, the cool panes of glass heighten the sensations along my back. The coolness of the night breeze blowing against the glass clashes with the heat of your mouth and fingertips. Your hot breath near my cunt nearly drives me insane. As you manipulate your fingers into my pussy, I gush with a low moan and my ass rises up off the window ledge. My legs still do not support me, so I sit back down and gyrate my hips closer to your hand... guiding you to that perfect spot that will send me over the precipice... and allow me to fly. My tongue traces over your mark on my lip and I bite it again of my own will, the blood seeping into my mouth and onto my tongue... savoring the bond we have created.
 
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